very close to our construction site, there is a small box standing on slopy ground. there is an uncle, old man selling some variety of indian cookies, candies and tobacco. even the sun blazes the ground, he still keeps sitting inside his stall for waiting his customers. sometimes, wind blows of heart brings dust and it is shaking a bit. imagine if cruel storm comes together with its strange and may let the unstable little stall collapse within a blow. poor old man has to predict his coming days.Wednesday, April 29, 2009
dialog pagi : a small business hut
very close to our construction site, there is a small box standing on slopy ground. there is an uncle, old man selling some variety of indian cookies, candies and tobacco. even the sun blazes the ground, he still keeps sitting inside his stall for waiting his customers. sometimes, wind blows of heart brings dust and it is shaking a bit. imagine if cruel storm comes together with its strange and may let the unstable little stall collapse within a blow. poor old man has to predict his coming days.
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3 comments:
sungguh daif...tp demi mencari sesuap rezeki...digagahkan jua..
siannya dia..siap ade batu besar lagi menahan tiang hut dr jth..
mek : haha..mmg la kesian. pak cik tu plak bleh lalu duk bawah panas. aku tak dapat bayang kan..
achik : aku rasa pernah jatuh dah skali kotak tuh...
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